IMPORTANT: This version is edited. If you want the dirtier version, the same story is posted on fictionpad unedited. I'd recommend hoping on over there if you're interested in filthier fun times between these two. Especially this portion.
"Fun is one of the most important - and underrated - ingredients in any successful venture. If you're not having fun, then it's probably time to call it quits and try something else."
- Richard Branson
Hit for the Cycle / Chapter 2: Rounding the Bases
"Rosalie Hale!" I screeched into my apartment. I knew she was here. She and Alice had the audacity to send pictures of the two of them enjoying alcohol while I was sitting by myself at the coffee shop.
"Yes, honey?" she asked from the couch. I threw my shit on our table and marched right over to stand right in front of her as Alice watched.
"What the hell? You told Garrett where I worked! His friend showed up. He could be some serial killer or pedophile!" I knew nothing about either of them, but now they could stalk me if they wanted to.
It was almost closing time, and I was enjoying a book when I heard the bell above the door ring. A draft from the heat outside encased the space momentarily before the door closed. I was about to greet the customer when I saw who it was.
"What? Did you follow me and Rose from the stadium and track me down?" I half-jokingly asked. Anxiety slowly overtook my body as I hoped that wasn't the case.
"Nope," he answered, walking up to the counter that I was standing behind. "Can I get a large hot cocoa and one of those delicious looking brownies?"
While I was preparing his drink, I noticed he was admiring everything in the shop like he'd never been in one before. Then I saw him staring at my chest. I should've told him off there, but I wanted him to stare. Maybe it was the fact that I knew very little about him that made this exciting. It made me feel attractive in purely the physical sense. Now, I knew there was a lot more to attraction than looks, but I was slowly letting my guard down around this man.
"Thank you." He took a sip of his cocoa and then a large bite out of his brownie. My eyes watching his every move, trying to predict what he'd do next, and he noticed my following eyes. "You know what I have a craving for right now?"
The moment he asked that I knew it was going to be dirty, but I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it was. The anticipation was setting in in my lower half. Thank God it was only me and him at the shop at the moment.
"What's that?" I asked leaning casually over the counter, unconsciously pushing my boobs up for him to stare at. What men's fascination with boobs were I never would understand, but considering he was eyeing them up, I'd use them to my advantage. Even if I wasn't exactly blessed in the boob department.
He leaned down so his mouth was by my left ear. The feel of his warm breath ignited a fire within in, and that was before he spoke. "Something juicy and wet with a tangy taste. Something that only you can produce for me. You know what that is, darling?"
I had to restrain myself from whimpering at his declaration and his proximity to me. What was even stopping me from having a fun night with this man? Oh right, the fact that I knew nothing about him yet he seemed to know how to have me running towards him. My guard was dwindling every second he was in my presence though. Maybe I needed to take a leap of faith.
"I'm not sure," I coyly replied even though I knew exactly what he wanted me to say. Was it wrong to get aroused in the middle of a coffee shop?
"Oh, I know you know what I'm talking about. Say it," he demanded, only making my situation worse.
"My…arousal," I whispered as if we were in church. Silently, I prayed to the gods above that no one walked in on us. We weren't anywhere close to indecent, but if this continued, he was going to have to post my bail for tempting me.
"Hmm, you make it sound so dirty. Trying to act all innocent, but I know you're a dirty little girl. Tell me, Bella, did you play with yourself when you got home last night?"
I shook my head, too afraid to say anything lest I combust. The longer this went on, the longer the fact that I hadn't had sex was made more prominent. Edward straightened up and picked up his brownie, taking another bite. I didn't know if he was going to just leave after that or not.
"Here." He held the brownie up in front of my mouth. I shook my head, but he insisted. I took a small bite and nearly moaned. The food was to die for here. I was relishing in the aftertaste of the brownie when I felt Edward's lips at the corner of my mouth. There was no time to respond because he pulled away quickly.
"Can't let you go home with a brownie smudge at the corner of your mouth, can I?"
I didn't know how to respond so I just stared at him. He chuckled then popped his remaining brownie in his mouth. He picked up his hot cocoa then began to walk away while I continued to stare.
"Don't worry, baby, we'll go slow. We're almost to first base though. By the end of the week, we'll round the bases multiple times." He winked towards me then walked out, leaving me confused and unsure of what to feel about that comment. But at the same time, the anticipation was planted. He knew what the fuck he was doing.
"Neither of them are pedophiles or serial killers. Garrett's an old friend of Emmett's and I'd met Garrett a few times before. I've heard about Edward through the grapevine. Both well-educated and better behaved than Emmett." I highly doubted that last comment, but I didn't expect that to come out of Rose's mouth. As I absorbed that crucial detailed about those two, the previous night suddenly made more sense. When Garrett called Rose Little Miss I was expecting to get kicked out by security. Filled with disbelief, I sat down on the couch next to Rose.
"Was last night a whole set up then?" To me it didn't seem like it but who knew with Rose.
"No. I didn't even realize it was Garrett until he told me his name. Garrett and Emmett are friends, but Garrett doesn't live in Seattle so we don't see him that often. Edward on the other hand seems like the one you want. He also lives in Seattle," she smirked.
"Doesn't hurt that he's sexy looking either, Bella," Alice chirped in. "Just get his number and have a date then do whatever your little heart desires. Then it won't be like he's stalking you!"
*Hit for the Cycle*
It was unusually slow tonight. Most nights I wouldn't mind, but without any customers, I was cornered. It was me and Riley on the night shift. I was occupying my time with cleaning and putting everything back in its place, but I was running out of stuff to do. Standing behind the counter with Riley was not appealing to me in the least. I swear, if he tried to ask me out or try something funny, I'd scream.
Eventually, there was nothing else to clean or organize. I even washed the front windows very thoroughly to buy a little more time, but stalling to be within five feet of Riley was gone. I'd just organize whatever was there because he didn't bother to do anything, but pathetically wipe the counters down.
Nothing was said between us for a few minutes. Too bad my luck didn't stretch too thin.
"So, Bella, how about you and me get dinner this weekend? Go clubbing afterwards to enjoy some drinks and dancing." Riley leaned his elbow on the counter and attempted to look smooth, but he really just looked like an idiot.
"For the umpteenth time, no!" I emphasized the no. He just didn't get it. I didn't feel threatened by Riley at all, he was just annoying. For God's sake, I'd probably be able to win in an arm-wrestling match. Riley apparently skipped puberty.
"I can show you a good time," he smirked.
"I'm sure you can," I sarcastically commented. I was in no mood to discuss his sexual prowess that I was certain was virtually invisible.
"We could go in the backroom for a few minutes, show you what moves I've got. Nobody's been in here for nearly an hour." His eyes flickered over to the backroom door, subtly trying to get me to move.
"Excuse me," a familiar voice broke out.
Both of us peer over to the customer to find Edward standing closer to the counter than I expected. His lips were turned down, and his green eyes spoke volumes that he wasn't pleased right now. He stalked himself up to the counter shooting daggers at Riley.
"I suggest that if you want to walk out of here on your own feet that you stop harassing her," he threatened, sizing himself up against Riley. Edward wasn't huge by any means, but he was more man than Riley. The slight bulging of his muscles through his shirt were evident enough.
"Hey, man, it's none of your business!"
"None of my business you say?" he chuckled, shaking his head. "Baby girl, this is the competition I've heard so much about? I do believe this is a heavyweight vs. a lightweight." Edward threw a wink at me, telling me to play along with this game of his. If this was what it took to get Riley off my back, I was all for it.
"I've told you many times that Rose exaggerates, honey," I giggled, figuring that Rose and maybe Alice filled Edward in on my little work nuisance and that was why he kept showing up to my work. That and hopefully to see me.
"I still don't like this." His attention returned to Riley. "Listen here, buddy, this is my girl right here. She's too nice to tell you that she's got a loving boyfriend, but instead, takes the burden that you are and puts it on herself. I suggest you back the fuck off from your advances on my girl if you want to keep your kneecaps in tack." Edward's voice sounded possessed like a demon took him over. At the same time, it was incredibility sexy, making me just want to melt to the floor. Riley on the other hand looked like he nearly pissed his pants.
"Edward!" I lightly shoved him in his chest, pretending to be embarrassed at his claim of me as his property.
"Go to the back room and don't come out until you're leaving for the night, you hear me boy?" Riley nodded quickly and scampered off. I laughed. Edward's whole act was hilarious but so sexy at the same time. Apparently, Edward thought of my laughing as an insult. "You better be laughing at him, Bella. If you're laughing at me, I can assure you won't be laughing when I take you home."
"And what makes you think I'll be going home with you?" I countered being a smartass. Nearly all of the guard I had set against him was gone now after that showcase. As much as a caveman show should repulse any woman, seeing a man get all possessive over his woman was sexy. Or at least personally for me.
An evil smirk formed on his lips. His eyes perused to my lips, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips like I was his last meal on Earth. Tingles ran through my whole body. If this was the response I got just from him looking at me, I couldn't image what it'd feel when he touched my bare skin. Just from his words and his looks, my panties were already wet and I was throbbing once again.
"I do believe I am the loving boyfriend you've failed to mention to anyone. I've got to play the part, baby. Think of you going out with me as gratitude for me getting that boy off your back." I rolled my eyes, but if he wanted to take me out, why would I deny him now that I was putty in his hands? "What time are you going to be done here?"
I glanced down on the screen on the register. "Around eleven for closing and clean up."
"I'll be back to pick you up, baby." His face inched closer to mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. He had other plans though. He began nibbling on my earlobe causing me to gasp. "Don't expect to go home tonight, if at all, at a decent hour. We're going to have some fun tonight in more ways than you could ever imagine."
I was in a trance the rest of the night after Edward left. Riley left me alone the rest of the night. He did the dishes and wiped down whatever we hadn't done before. He fled ran faster than roadrunner when we were finally finished with everything right before eleven. I took my good time exiting, figuring Edward was parked somewhere down the road and saw Riley run out.
Outside and about halfway up the block, I saw him leaning up against a shiny, silver Volvo. He was oblivious to my presence, kicking random debris on the sidewalk, making him appear more like a school boy than a man. The easy route would've been to walk over to him, but where was the fun in that?
I turned left, the opposite direction of where he was, but made enough noise with my feet to alert Edward of my presence. He hollered out for me, but I kept going down the sidewalk, playing with him. Edward quickly caught up to me though, wrapping his arms around my waist quickly and pulled me up against his chest. Call it déjà vu because we were in the same position when I was about to get into Rose's Jeep at T-Mobile.
"Naughty, naughty, girl. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were deflecting my advances on you," he whispered in my ear.
"Perhaps I am. You know, you are quite annoying with how you keep finding me."
"Baby, I know if you really didn't want me within your vicinity that you'd tell me to fuck off. You're trying to act all innocent and sexy though, riling me up. If you want to play that game, fine, but beware, Mouse, this motherfucking Tiger is coming after you!" he growled. His hands ran up and down my sides, grazing the sides of my breasts and his hands nearly dipping into the front of my pants.
"Game on, Cub," I teased.
Another low growl surfaced from his chest. He grabbed a hold of my hand, tugging me to his Volvo. Carefully, he opened the passenger side door for me, holding onto my hand as I lowered myself into the seat. He even took it upon himself to buckle me up like precious cargo. At the same time as he pulled the buckle across my chest, his hand ran across my chest and nipples causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.
Edward's lips were on me moments after. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. It was purely animalist, and I was perfectly fine with that. Just the feel of his lips dominating mine were enough for me to rub my thighs together in an attempt to relieve myself. My hands gripped his silky hair in between my fingers which goaded him only more, his moans were released into mine. I gladly accepted them as I exchanged my own moans into his mouth.
His lips trailed down to my neck, nipping the skin there. "You taste absolutely delicious, Bella. I can't wait to taste the rest of you."
He lightly sucked on part of my neck, not enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave me wanting him to keep doing it. Sadly, he retreated after that. He ran over to the driver's side, quickly starting the car and heading towards our destination.
*Hit for the Cycle*
The next several hours were a bit of a blur. He took me to some club that I'd never been to before. During our time there, he was the perfect gentleman. He bought me a couple drinks, and we chatted to get to know one another better. Turned out he was some big shot financial advisor that told people how to and I quote "fucking clean up their spending habits before they bankrupt themselves". Of course, he did other stuff, but that was what I picked up.
I told him that I was on the pill and clean, winking at him for what was coming. The look in his eyes when I told him that was priceless. Huskily, he said he was clean too then took a drink of his beer while keeping eye contact with me.
A few days ago, I was worried about Edward being a crazy person, and now here I was in a bar with him just biding my time until we went somewhere. The quick turn of events should've worried me, but it was doing quite the opposite. Once I finally let myself go and have some fun, this became an exhilarating adventure. Plus, I got Riley off my back with Edward's help.
I stopped myself after three drinks. I wasn't drunk, but I was feeling tipsy and more carefree. Without giving him a chance, I drug Edward out to the dance floor. I backed myself up to him, pulling his arms around me so they were securely around my waist like earlier. Feeling the weight of them around me made me feel safe with him. I knew all this was foreplay for the impending ending of our night, but based on all my interactions with Edward, this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. For either of us. There was just something besides the sexual tension between us that became clear when we weren't teasing each other.
A new song overtook the club pumping everyone up on the dance floor. Edward and I were just swaying, but when the song got to a particular part, Edward started speaking in my ear. "Been around the world, don't speak the language. But your booty don't need explaining. All I really need to understand is. When you talk dirty to me."
Instead of using words, I pushed my ass against his crotch, feeling his hard cock. A growled emitted in my ear. I kept grinding my ass against him, and he began to grind his hips against my ass. That continued until the end of the song, leaving us both breathless and wound up. Edward drug me straight out of the booming club to his car after that and began to drive us to his apartment.
Somehow, we ended up in his apartment with my legs wrapped around his waist and my back up against his front door. My hands found themselves in his hair, pulling on the strands just to hear him growl and feel him buck his hips, temporary giving me relief, but wanting so much more. He was alternating between biting my bottom lip and shoving his tongue in my mouth, swirling it around with mine. I was going to take whatever he gave me.
Edward was coherent enough through my moans to carry me to the bedroom. My back gently made contact with his heavenly bed that felt like it was a cloud. He didn't join me on the bed immediately. Instead, he stared at me as I tried to make a sexy pose, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. Since his appearance tonight was impromptu, I wasn't wearing anything sexy on the surface, but I was quietly thanking Alice for stuffing my drawers full of 'clothing' from Victoria's Secret.
"If the Earth was going to explode tomorrow, I'd be alright dying with you in my bed beside me. Absolutely beautiful, sexy vixen you are," he commented, making me blush. Of all the things he had said to me and this made me blush! He slowly pulled his shirt off by grabbing the back of the head hole, the way that only men can make look sexy, to reveal his chiseled chest. My eyes ranked over the muscles over his torso in disbelief. I knew he had muscles, but that shirt was doing him no justice. I suddenly had to urge to lick his abs.
I was going to follow suit with removing my own shirt, but his hands grabbed mine. He rejoined me on the bed, pushing me back to lay down completely. We began kissing again, but this was the calmest of all our kisses. It was still getting me all hot and bothered. His lips began to trail down to my neck again, nipping and licking like he had done in the car originally. His hands began to slowly pull up my shirt up my stomach, tucking it under my breasts. In a way, I knew Edward was giving me an out to stop this, but if he did, I was going to kill him.
I made no move to stop anything. The feel of his warm, rough hand on my stomach gave me a sense of protection as he glided it over me. There wasn't anything sexual about it, but I was squirming, waiting to see what his next move was going to be. He descended down to my stomach, leaving kisses on my exposed skin and randomly licking me. As he did that, be brought his hands up and began kneading my breasts. I gasped, loving that feeling, but needing so much more. He kept kneading my breasts, rubbing his palms into my nipples making them tighten. His mouth was sucking furiously on the left side of my ribs. It was definitely going to leave a mark, but the image of that was arousing me more.
Finally, after what felt like years, he removed my shirt throwing it off to the side. He took in my breasts in the blood red lace bra encasing them. Before I knew it, he tossed my bra off me too. I kept squirming, trying to find friction any way I could where I really needed it.
"Edward," I moaned, as his lips attached to my breasts.
"Shh…baby, we're just getting started."
His lips abandoned my breasts and returned to my mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I gladly accepted it. As we continued our addictive make out session, his hands lowered to my pants. Light caresses were delivered to my hipbones, once again showing that although this was mainly soothing an itch, Edward was taking a simple thing like caressing my hipbones to show me this was so much more.
Once Edward had a hold of my pants and panties, I lifted my hips off the bed to allow him to slip them off of me. He took one long lick from the bottom to the top of my slit, ending up with a nibble on my clit. The air hitting me in combination with his tongue lapping me up caused my arousal to increase. My hands were fisting his silky soft quilt, relishing in finally getting some relief. Never before had any man made me this aroused.
"So much better than I ever imagined, babe. Straight from the source," he said, licking all that I gave for him.
His fingers replaced his tongue a while later. His tongue took up residence on my clit. This was the kind of sexual actions that you only read about in stories. How was I so lucky to find a man who could exceed any fantasy I could've ever imagine. That all too familiar, but recent extinct feeling crept up on me out of nowhere, sending me over the edge at Edward's fingers and tongue.
My hands covered my faces, exhausted and panting from that excursion. I did absolutely none of the work, but I felt like I ran a marathon. Edward began kissing his way up my body, pausing momentarily at my breasts.
Once his lips touched mine again, I tasted my cum on his lips. I'd never tasted it before, but it was oddly satisfying. I pulled him closer to me with my legs. The zipper of his pants and hit cock were hitting right against my already over sensitive clit, making me wet again. I began bucking my hips against him, needing to be filled.
"My naughty little vixen ready for me?" he teased, pulling his lips away from mine.
I was done playing games. I was aroused beyond what I thought was comprehensible. I pushed his face closer to mine so his forehead was against mine. "Get inside me or else I will find another that will finish what you started," I growled, bucking into him.
"You're mine," he seethed. He removed himself from me completely, shocking me. I moved to chase after him. "Don't move!" The tone of his voice told me to listen to him. He jumped off to the side of the bed quickly, removing his pants and boxers, letting his cock free finally. Just the sight of it had me rubbing my thighs together.
He returned to the bed, hovering above me with one hand teasing my breast and the other guiding himself to my entrance. The moment he entered me, I moaned. I hadn't had sex in over a year, and when he was fully seethed in me, I couldn't help the loud moan escaping me.
"Fuck, baby girl. You're fucking tight and wet," he growled, thrusting in and out with the sounds of us echoing in the room. "Think that boy could make you this aroused?"
Moaning become my main form of communication with him. I'd let him inflate his ego because he deserved it. I was so close when he rolled over onto his back. It caught me completely off guard, but he merely smirked.
I took a moment to compose myself, not expecting this at all. Merely I smirked at him when I began moving my hips. I placed my hands on his shoulders to get more leverage, and Edward placed his hands on my hips to help me to move faster. Edward began thrusting his hips in rhythm with mine. I was so close, trying to reach that point again. When I did, I screamed his name, releasing all the pent-up sexual penetration I had from this game Edward and I were playing. He followed shortly after me.
My arms gave out on me as I collapsed on his chest. We both took a few moments to catch our breath from our releases that were long awaited. I'd never had such satisfying sex.
"And that ball is outta here, Bella."
I laughed, looking at him. "For Christ's sake, we just had mind blowing sex and you make a baseball metaphor?"
"I'd talk dirty some more, baby, but I'm not eighteen anymore. I need a bit to recover, but I could hit a triple again with you," he suggested, moving his hand to my ass. "This is an awful nice ass, babe."
"Thank you, sweetie," I jokingly mocked. "Your fingers aren't going near my ass. Let's both rest on the bench for a couple innings. I need some sleep."
"Fine, but feel free to keep straddling me. I can think of a clever way to wake you up."
I playfully shoved him in the chest, but fell into blissful, post-sex sleep with a smile on my face.
*Hit for the Cycle*
Updated: April 26, 2019
Happy Avengers Endgame premiere! Any Avengers fans out there? And please, no spoilers! I won't be going until next week, but in the meantime, I'm posting this. I feel it's kind of ironic how after I posted the first installment, I watched three or four baseball games going into extra innings baseball. One game went to five hours. Too bad we're not as lucky as Bella lol.
Anyway, there is at least one more, shorter installment to this short tale. This was never meant to full blown story that explores their relationship. I, however, may do some random outtakes if the inspiration hits me again. I've been working on an actual, semi-serious story that I need to get my ass on.
Have a great rest of your day/night!
"Whatever it takes." – Original 6 Avengers